Rick Ross - Every Day Im Huslin | Текст песни

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• Every Day Im Huslin

Who the fuck ya think ya fuckin with I'm the fuckin boss
745, white on white thats fuckin Ross
I cut em wide, I cut em long, I cut em fat (What)
I keep em comin back (What!), we keep em coming back
I into distrabution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motha fuckas flyin cross the Atlantic (Whoo!)
I know Pablo (Pablo), Norega (Norega), the real Norega
He owe me a hundread favors
I aint petty nigga, we buy the whole thing
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roofback (roofback), my money right (my money right)
I'm on the pedal, show ya what I'm runnin like
When they snatch black, I cry for a hundread nights
He got a hundread bodies, servin a hundread-life

[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin, er-everyday I'm hustl-
Everyday I'm hustlin, er-everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm, everyday I'm

[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
I call the charge (You call the charge)
I call the charge, (Yeah!)
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit, still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit, still whippin them Benz's
Major League, who catchin because I'm pitchin
Jose Conseco just snitchin because he finished
I feed them steriods to strengthin up all my chickens
They flyin over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's, you know its fat, we hold it stacked
So nigga gon rat, (Gon rat) run and tell em that (Tell em that)
Mo cars (Mo cars), mo hoes (Mo hoes)
Mo clothes (Mo clothes), mo blow (Mo blow)

[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin, er-everyday I'm hustl-
Everyday I'm hustlin, er-everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm, everyday I'm

[Verse 3]
Its time to spend my thrills, custom spinning wheels
I ain't drove in a week, them bitches spinnin still
Talk about me cause these suckas scared to talk about me
Killas chalkin bout me (What?), there aint no talk about me (Nigga what?)
They're aint no wakin round me (Aint' no walkin!), see all these killas round me?
A lot of drug dealin round me, going down in Dade County (Hey!)
Don't tote no 22s, magnum cost me 22
Sattin on them 22s, birds go for 22
Lil mama super thick, she say she 22
She see them 22's, we in room 2-22's
I touch work, like I'm converting Woburk (Burk)
I got distrubution, so I'm converting to work (Work!)
In the MIA (Yo!), niggas rich of yayo!
Steady slangin (yayo), My Chevy bangin (yayo)

[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin, er-everyday I'm hustl-
Everyday I'm hustlin, er-everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm hustlin
Everyday I'm hustlin, everyday I'm, everyday I'm

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